It’s been a week, and I think I’m adjusting well. Without the distractions of Austin I have had even more time to work on my French, read and write. Somehow between spending an astronomically higher amount of time on facebook and getting lost in a new city I have found time to write a lot more than I was in Austin. It might be because I’ve woken up at 8 a.m. every morning without an alarm. I was right about the subway being downstairs. I haven’t eaten there yet, but the whole building always smells like subway. This has been pleasant so far, but I think I might start to be grossed out by it.
The buildings and streets in the center of Angers are all very old. The Château d'Angers, the original Ville d’Angers, dates back to 1204. It’s right down the street from my apartment. As you go further and further away from downtown all the buildings seem newer and newer.
I’ve been doing a lot of walking, which is beneficial for working off all the pastries and crepes I’ve been eating. I took pictures of the crepes I made, but I forgot to bring the cable that connects my digital camera to my computer.
I had my first classes yesterday. I am very far behind the (only) other two students in my French class. I’m trying to converse with French speakers as much as I can, and I feel like even little things like ordering lunch in French is slowly helping me feel more confident in my speaking abilities.
Dr. Flynn’s film class seems like it will be interesting. Yesterday we watched a documentary about the first films made by Auguste and Louis Lumière, all of which are silent and 50 seconds long but extraordinarily well composed.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YviZri3fbv4).
Last night we planned on going to a club. I was nervous about this because I don’t go to clubs in Austin, where I imagine they are exponentially tamer than clubs in Europe. Unfortunately (read ‘to my relief’) the bus that was supposed to take us to the club was delayed so long that our group decided to give up. A few of us went to the James Joyce Pub, which was very expensive, and then to another bar near the city center. There are a lot of Irish themed bars in Angers for some reason. Last night was the first time I had stayed out until the bars close. The night ended with a group of people standing on a table singing a song in French, which I'm told was about men showing their asses to each other or something nonsensical along those lines.
After I returned from the bar I Skyped (somehow this is an acceptable verb, even to the French) with Corinne, Lisa, Rachel and Jake for the first time. It was good to see their faces (and Ernie’s). I’ve been talking to Taylor everyday. I hope he is staying sane in the house by himself and not letting Hollister rule his life.
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